Friday, June 19, 2009

The turtle and the hare

I've known about the story of the turtle and the hare since my early youth. But it still has not sunk in yet.
I was able to travel with Bill to Zionsville last Saturday for a paint out. The artists were able to visit any of the homes on the garden show that happened to be going on at the same time. The nice lady at the 'check in' table gave us maps and told us of a home she had heard had nice gardens. (At check in the artists get their canvas' stamped to show that they actually painted the pieces that day)
We hustled up to the home and Bill decided on some plants to paint. I tried to help by bringing out supplies and setting up. As soon as everything was out I waited for him to get going. He just sat there looking. Didn't he know that he only had so many hours? Did he not want to complete more than one? Didn't he want to try other gardens? I expressed one or more of my thoughts and tried to get him hopping along at a faster clip. He explained that he was working out a composition in his head, it took time, could I please leave him alone... So I did. And he ended up painting two very nice pieces at two different gardens.


which also happened to be the winning piece! What a man!

Friday, May 1, 2009

flower power

This is a fantastic time of flowers and blossoming trees in Muncie Indiana! The only problem is that they seem to leave quicker than Bill can take pictures. His pictures of flora are his main staple of inspiration to paint from. It would be nice to have a Bill clone - one to be on top of the almost daily changing scenery and the other to stay in the studio and work. But wait....if we're going to clone him, maybe I could get one too and get some house repairs done!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Painting the fencing way

I just celebrated my big 4-0! It made me grow a bit reminiscent about days gone past. My thoughts drifted back to when Bill and I were at Ricks college in Rexburg Idaho (now called BYU Idaho). We were still in the 'courting' phase of our relationship. Bill was focusing on watercolors and I thought his work was magical! He painted many of his oil landscapes on site and had interesting ways of tying down his easel and blocking too much sun light, I'll have to find a picture and post it some day.
His painting technique was what was real fun to watch. He battled the canvas like a dragon slayer might battle a dragon, a slash here, a slice there. He would jab and perry and step back to inspect his work. His pieces were much looser than his current ones, he's developed an incredible style that all began with a fencers dance!
It's still fun to watch him paint, like watching a blurry picture come into focus, he astounds me still!

Monday, June 30, 2008

Flowers for my love

I pick flowers for Bill. Not just because I love him, but for him to use in his paintings. He likes to have the real thing around to look at in his studio. I was thinking this morning as I was walking Clover (our dog) along the Cardinal Greenway, that there's nobody I know who appreciates the beauty of nature the way Bill does. It also occured to me that he goes out to take pictures maybe two or three times a month. Bill makes it a point to be on the 8:05 bus to his studio, and he doesn't leave until after 9:00pm most nights. I, mean while, get to saunter along the trail and enjoy the scents, sounds, and sights of the beautiful place where we live. How fair is that?

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Really looking at art!

I have found that I am not enough to critique Bill's art work any longer. I went to a great discussion given by some local watercolorists. They work as a group and are able to help each other out. I am not an artist and as Bill's only one to call for opinions I feel I am lacking. He needs a guild, a group , cronies, someone who is an artist to bounce his ideas off of. His dad would be great! There are some artists in his building, maybe we need to be friendlier so they come by and offer opinions. Maybe he should have a supply of cookies on hand.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Colorado Springs bound

Bill is busy painting for a show at the Broadmoor Hotel over Mother's Day weekend. He has been doing some beautiful aspen pieces, makes me a little home sick. But on the other hand, Muncie is in full bloom! The Magnolias are perfuming the air, daffodills carpet the ground everywhere. It's spring time in Indiana!
Those of you who will be able to hit the Springs on Mother's day weekend, head out to see Bill!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Where does it all come from?

Bill finally has all his stuff (see I didn't call it 'junk') to his new location. Now he is putting up a wall - a.k.a. giant easel. He's putting away all the boxes, canvases, magazines, and 3 tons of misc. How does a man who spends his time painting collect so much stuff? I have a theory, he doesn't go get it, it comes to him. It knows it has a safe haven in Bill's studio, it will never get thrown away, it will be lugged from location to location. Maybe I should count myself lucky... I know he'll never throw me away, he'll just keep lugging me along!